Parfois, élus maudits de la fureur suprême, / Ces envoyés du ciel sont apparus au monde / Comme sils venaient de lenferSometimes these ambassadors of heaven, the accursed elect of the wrath of heaven, appear in the world as though they came from hell.

The childs murmuring is more and is less than words; there are no notes, and yet it is a song; there are no syllables, and yet it is language . This poor stammering is a compound of what the child said when it was an angel, and of what it will say when it becomes a man.